I was playing the part, just as the fairytales had taught me. A helpless damsel in distress waiting to be rescued. Shivering, crying myself to sleep on the cold floor. Doing whatever it took to keep the drugs out of my system and the bruises off my skin. No more. I’ll say it again, scream it into the night if I have to. Heart of a princess, strength of a reaper.
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